He licked his dry, bloodied lips. "Sitting right on top of its head, as calm and composed as a queen on her throne, was an alien girl."
Sol's entire posture changed.
"Wait…" His voice lost its flat, indifferent weight instantly, turning incredibly sharp and focused. The temperature around them seemed to drop. "You said… an alien girl?"
Gorr nodded frantically, sensing he had struck a nerve.
The Zharun prince quickly nodded his head like a frantic rattle, his neck joints popping under the rapid movement. "Yes! Yes! It was definitely an alien girl! I swear on the blood of my lineage!
She didn't look like any human, or any beast kin we had fought, and most importantly she didn't carry the scent of any tribe in the Great Orrath! She had this… otherworldly presence. Even that colossal beast obeyed her completely."
